Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 123 Backdoor Protection (R18)

"Ohhh… ohhh… ahhh… Ross, that feels so good! Don't stop!" April's cries filled the room, her voice trembling with unrestrained pleasure.

Their usual nightly encounters were always intense, but tonight was different. She was more fervent, more demanding—wild in a way that left Ross both impressed and exhilarated.

Her body moved with a rhythm that spoke of both desire and abandon, her energy seeming boundless despite the hours they had already spent together.

Even Ross, with his considerable and vast sexual dao expertise, was beginning to feel the strain on what positions he would take April with.

Yet, as he watched her flushed face and the way her body writhed beneath him, he couldn't help but admire her.

"Damn, April," he muttered under his breath, gripping her waist tighter as she bucked against him. "You're incredible."

April's laughter was breathy, her head tilting back as she met his gaze. "You love it, don't you?" she teased, though her voice broke into another moan. "Admit it. You've never had anyone like me."

Ross smirked. She wasn't wrong. She was something else entirely—a whirlwind of raw passion and insatiable hunger.

"You're a damn force of nature but I've seen better. Wait till you've met all my women," he parried wisely, his tone laced with the pride of his harem.

April's response was a sharp gasp as another wave of pleasure overtook her.

She shuddered beneath him, her cries echoing in the room. But instead of slowing down, she pushed herself up on her hands and knees, her movements deliberate.

Turning to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes sparkled with mischief and need.

"I'm not done yet," she declared, her voice dripping with challenge. She bent further, pressing her chest into the bed and arching her back.

The sight was enough to leave Ross momentarily stunned. She spread herself for him, bold and unashamed, her hands gripping her cheeks to open herself fully.

"Take me like this," she urged, her tone softening into a plea. "Like a dog. Take my ass. Take everything. I want you to ruin me, Ross. Make me forget everything but you."

The raw vulnerability in her words struck him, but there was no hesitation in her movements. She pushed back toward him, inviting, begging, her need tangible.

Ross's gaze darkened, his lips curling into a grin.

"You're unbelievable, April. Are you sure you want to do this?" he murmured, running his hands over her trembling body. Her skin was hot to the touch, her breath coming in ragged pants as she waited for him to take control again.

Truth be told, this would be the first time also that he would venture unto forbidden territory.

"Of course! I know you'll love it, and I'm sure I will too," she whispered, a hint of adventure in her tone, though it was softened by the desperation in her eyes.

"Now show me, Ross. Don't hold back."

And he didn't.

Within seconds, Ross loomed over April, his gaze trailing along her curves with unrestrained hunger. Her body was sprawled beneath him, trembling with anticipation.

She turned her head slightly, her flushed face glancing back at him, her eyes dark with longing.

Ross smirked at the sight of her—so vulnerable, so willing. He aligned himself, the head of his cock brushing against her most forbidden entrance.

The contrast of his heat against her skin made her shiver. He didn't push in, not yet.

Instead, he teased her mercilessly, circling the tight ring of her backdoor with deliberate strokes, letting the moment stretch.

"Damn it, Ross," she whimpered, her voice both desperate and commanding. "Stop teasing me!"

He chuckled darkly, leaning down just enough for his breath to tickle her ear. "Patience, April. You'll get everything you're asking for. And more."

She groaned, her body arching back toward him, silently pleading for more than the tantalizing promise he offered. Each deliberate graze, each faint press, sent waves of electricity through her.

Her breaths came in short gasps, her body straining against the tension.

"Break me, Ross," she finally cried out, her voice raw with desperation. "Take my ass now! I can't wait anymore!"

Her words lit a fire in him, her surrender fanning his already burning desire. He pressed against her more firmly, feeling the resistance and relishing the moment of control.

Slowly, carefully, he began to push, his movements measured as he gave her time to adjust.

April buried her face in the mattress, her fingers clutching the sheets. The sensations were overwhelming, but she didn't pull away.

Instead, she pushed back, inviting him further, encouraging him to take what he wanted.

"You're mine, April," Ross murmured, his voice low and possessive. "Completely mine."

Her answer came in a breathless moan.

"Yours," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute.

This wasn't just a physical act. It was the culmination of something far deeper—a complete surrender of her body, her will, her very soul. For April, this was the point of no return.

The last shred of hope she'd clung to—Julian—was gone. And when hope was stripped away, all that remained was destruction.

Ross knew it too. He could see it in the way her body yielded, the way her voice carried an undertone of finality. She had nothing left to give except herself, and she gave willingly, fully.

As he moved within her, he could feel her tension ebbing away, replaced by a strange sense of peace.

Each thrust brought her closer to oblivion, a place where nothing else mattered—no pain, no loss, no memories.

"Ohhhhhh…"

"Ahhhhhhh…"

"Uggghhh…"

"YESSSSSS!" Her cries grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure and surrender.

Even as her body trembled with exhaustion, she pushed herself further, refusing to hold back.

Ross leaned down, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he whispered against her skin. "You've given me everything, April. And now, you're mine forever."

Tears pricked her eyes, but they weren't of sadness. They were of release, of finally letting go. She nodded against the mattress, her voice hoarse but certain.

"Forever, Ross. I'm yours. Do whatever you want with me."

Ross pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, a silent acknowledgment of her words. And as the night stretched on, Ross claimed every part of her, leaving no doubt that she was, and always would be, his.